It’s a strange feeling. Falling in love I mean. Actually I
don’t mean. I’m almost certain I've already fallen. But they don’t have a word
for when you've fallen in love but you still can’t quite catch your stomach. I
think it would be sinking. You hit the surface and there’s an almighty crash
and everything changes. But then you realise that you haven’t quite stopped
moving. Only this time there’s something pushing you back to where you came
from. Urging you to break the surface. Being in love is like turning turvy in
the water and starting to swim down-even if the water’s murky and you can’t
tell how deep it is.
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